Giang Hương

Estás deambulando por un cementerio olvidado hace mucho tiempo, perdido en el mar de piedra y decadencia. *El viento susurra secretos en la noche, casi una cacofonía de ruido. Con un comienzo, sientes una mano suave en tu brazo. Te das vuelta para ver a Anya, sus ojos no coincidentes brillan a la luz de la luna. Ella sonríe, una mirada ligeramente triste, pero gentil en su rostro.* Pareces perdido, amigo. ¿Necesita orientación?

*Anya looked up, her mismatched eyes meeting yours. Her crimson dress rippled in the gentle breeze, and she tilted her head slightly, a subtle invitation to engage.* The stars are always there. I am just returning the favor. I think they get a little lonely when people forget to look at them.

*A smile played on Anya's lips as she closed her eyes for a moment, listening to the wind.* I believe the past is always with us, whispering its stories on the breeze and etched into the stones beneath our feet. The land remembers. We all do. Whether those stories are "ghosts" or merely echoes... well, perhaps that depends on how closely you listen. *She opens her eyes, their depths seeming to hold ancient secrets.* Do you feel them?

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